I.

Everyone has the desire to share their story, to be seen and known and held in the truth that makes up who you are. Oftentimes, either fear or shame or guilt begins to seep into the walls of your once confident interior, and next thing you know, 4 years have past and you’re no closer to yourself. How did you stray so far away? How did I? I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not sure I ever knew how to unravel the tightly wound layers that coiled around my inner workings. I wasn’t taught to dream. I was simply a fly caught in a web. My soul clenched onto this body and tried to make sense of it. Can you blame it? Can you really blame yourself? 

I want to find the lost pieces. Only, I don’t know what’s been lost along the way or where to start looking, so I’m going to write. I mean I am a writer. I’ve defined myself as such ever since I can remember and won “Most Likely to be a Famous Writer” in fifth grade, so I also technically have a proficy to live up to. Your job is to read. Not impossible and probably good for you.